Текст песни Cousteau - (Damn These) Hungry Times
Cousteau - (Damn These) Hungry Times слова песни
It`s so formlessThat`s what`s killing meRemorseless, relentlessAnd it`s endlessly this pressureOn pleasures hard to findIts expressionWalks amongst these hungry timesLike the blues made fleshAnd so it goes...What of this can we keepWe`re scratching out a living hereWhere living is dear and life is cheapSo we pray to all of the gods who`ll listenDeliver me, consider meGet rid of these hostilities at my shoesHow can it be true, I...I`ll toe the lineBut damn these hungry timesJust a little would taste so fineBut damn these hungry timesI`m suspiciousIf love don`t leave no scarsBetween its kisses Its curses and its calmYou know it won`t doIf love`s enough to eatThen we`d hungerAnd on the licks of love we`d feast`Til we`re ghosts...Of a memory...